Thus Be it Heaven Heavenly

In our Bible, the dream of Samuel is death,
As the clouds consume his form and bare him to Heaven—
The song from colored birds so lyric and sweet
We feel ourselves no more, and pray:
“Thus be it Heaven Heavenly.”

The tales of Christ and Moses feel sacred through their Godly power
Of beauty, angels in their discipline kept
Where the clouds are not on view; we pray:
“Thus be it Heaven Heavenly!”
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